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First meeting with my internet acquaintance Part V

I think these words were also a liberation for him. Slowly he began to withdraw his p***s again, to thrust it into me again and again, in a slow, gentle rhythm. We increased our pace further and further, and it wasn't long before I felt that familiar warmth flowing through my body again. He drove me on to my second climax this wonderful morning. I groaned and it spurred him on. Then it was time, with a loud: 'yesaaaa' I succumbed to the next o****m. He gave me a few more slow, but very, very deep thrusts on my way before he pulled his p***s out of me and spread his hot semen on my stomach. Exhausted but happy, we lay like that for a while. Then he got up, kissed me for a few seconds, took me back into his arms and carried me into the bathroom. There we took a nice bath, cuddled together in the waves and finally washed each other. This wonderful morning should resonate for a very long time and whether you believe it or not, we were already starting the next round in the bathroom.


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First meeting with my internet acquaintance Part III

As he climbed out of the bathtub, he had wrapped a towel around himself, and I came back in. Well, my sweet, what are we doing today?, I asked him. His answer consisted of only three words. Wish me something! I had heard this so often and actually he should gradually know that I am always quite undecided. Today, however, he should get a direct answer, not like always. He was standing behind me, I turned around and started to kiss him passionately and intimately. I kissed myself further over his neck, to his earlobe and nibbled on it as tenderly as I could at that moment. I whispered in his completely bewildered face that I wanted to spend the whole day with him in his cozy, big bed, and with him and his little friend, whom I also stroked at that moment and immediately received a positive response. He still looked at me like a statue and only got out: Really?? I acknowledged this to him with my further intimate kiss. Now it seems to have clicked with him too and he understood what I wanted from him. He took me in his strong arms and carried me to his bed without waiting any longer. It didn't matter to him at this moment that he was still completely wet. I lay on my back, he beside me and we kissed. I had never experienced anything so emotional. Our t****es played with each other like two puppies, so clumsy and awkward, but it is simply wonderful. His hands stroked over my body as if they wanted to discover and feel every cm. After these minutes of enjoyment, I gently turned him onto his back and climbed over him. I could already feel his little, big friend clearly under the towel. I snuggled my body against his, kissed him anew and stroked through his hair. Slowly I slid deeper and kissed over his neck to his strong chest and kissed his nipples with full passion. Sucked and nibbled on them. But my journey of kisses went much further. The next stop was his sweet navel, before I finally opened his last shell and held the first, real tail in my hand, kissed it tenderly, but also very playfully and started to rub it. I heard and soon felt his pleasure clearly. His quiet moaning ignited a fire in me that drove me further and further, to fully experience this object that I had longed for for so long. I kissed and sucked myself into a veritable frenzy, from which I only awoke when he was just about to have his first o****m, which he did not cause himself.
Morning Part IV

First meeting with my internet acquaintance Part I

It was finally time, Düsseldorf Central Station, here I was supposed to get off, he had said. Quickly grabbed my bag and out of the train. Hopefully we'll find each other here, it's quite a big station. As I got off, I felt a little anxious and abandoned. I despaired whether he would really come. Suddenly I heard a gentle voice behind me saying: 'Sandra, is that you?' I turned around and then he was standing there with a bouquet of red roses and smiled at me. Slowly he came towards me, looked deep into my eyes with his brown teddy bear eyes, gave me this wonderful bouquet and kissed my cheek in greeting. Again, a tingling sensation ran through my whole body, as I had felt so often when I thought of him and had had such wonderful, and sometimes very exciting, conversations with him online. He took my bag and went with me to his car in the underground garage. We talked about this and that, just everything possible, to get to know each other even better. In the city, we strolled through the pedestrian zone. I felt that he was a little nervous and tried to bridge it and loosen him up by putting my arm around his hip and kissing him on the cheek. Immediately, it shot through my head: 'Sandra, what are you doing!?'. We spent a wonderful day together and didn't arrive at his house until evening. Actually, I thought his parents would now welcome me and want to get to know me, but nobody was home. He said his parents had gone on vacation and we would be completely alone for the days and could do whatever we want. He showed me the apartment and told me to make myself at home. While he prepared something to eat for us in the kitchen, I went to the bathroom and took a shower first, it had been a hot day. As I slowly undressed, I noticed that my string tanga, which I liked to wear, was already quite wet and not just because of the heat.
Showered and freshly dressed, I came out of the bathroom and looked at the closed door towards the dining room. Slowly I opened it and saw how he was waiting for me in the candlelight with a lavishly set table. He led me to my seat, pushed the chair towards me like a real gentleman. I blushed accordingly, then he whispered in my ear: 'You don't have to blush.'.
As he sat down opposite me, I saw his radiant, loving eyes and my body immediately started tingling again and I probably turned even redder than I already was. It was really magical how much effort he had put into it for me, he even remembered the fact that I once absolutely wanted to try a Palatinate specialty, namely Saumagen.

Tomorrow Part II

Want to see my tattoo ......Part III

She acted dominant and commanding
At the door threshold, I stumbled, managed to catch myself by holding onto her. She let out a painful curse. I looked up at her. Her face was unchanged, only her eyes were glowing. I looked at my hand and immediately pulled it away from her lips. 'It...' 'Silence!' controlled, but dominant, she interrupted my apology, stood up, and walked into the room without looking back at me. I crouched on the threshold, not knowing whether to follow her. Silence. Quietly, I got up, entered the dark room, and gently closed the door.
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A faint melody woke me up. I blinked furtively. The tones floated in the room. I stretched and put my feet on the smooth floor. My limbs felt battered, but I was doing excellently. I followed the melody. I opened a door and felt like a stranger. Sunbeams flooded through peach-colored silk curtains. The room was square and almost completely empty. In the middle of the room stood a white grand piano. The stranger was the one playing. Her black hair flowed loose down to her hips and was the only dark thing in the duet with the half tones. It was only then that I noticed it; her tattoo was a winding musical note trail.

And such fantasies after therapy.... ouch.
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Do you want to see my tattoo ........Part I

The train swayed as it turned a corner. With tired eyes, I watched the other passengers. Few seemed interested in their surroundings, most stared blankly out the window or at the floor. Just three stops left. I thought about a warm bath. The train stopped, a can of cola rolled through the aisle. Soon I would slip under my fresh down comforter. A woman got on. She looked around, came over to me. Sighing, I put my backpack on my lap. She sat down. From the corner of my eye, I scrutinized her. Her hair was piled up. Jeans, a gray blouse. Flat shoes, handbag. Nothing extraordinary, nothing worth seeing.
I couldn't take my eyes off her
'If you look closely, you'll also recognize the tendrils of my tattoo.' She spoke without looking at me. I stared at my toes, the redness had shot up my cheeks. She leaned close to my ear. I shuddered. 'If you like, I'll show it to you.' Her words stroked my neck, slid over my collarbone and disappeared into my blouse. I pulled the backpack to my chest. Then the stranger got up with a smile. I watched her and in that very moment I stood next to her at the door. The doors sprang open, I realized what I was doing. But I couldn't take my eyes off her. Her hair raven black, her skin lily white, her eyes sparkling like sapphires.
She kissed me in front of everyone
'Do you want to see it?', she asked, took my hand and put her foot on the pavement. I took the step. The doors closed behind us. Her hand rested on my cheek and under everyone's gaze she kissed me. A tingling on the skin, a vibrating tremor on the lips, that's how I stood there and listened to my tram following the rails. With my eyes closed, I followed the kiss. Soft and firm. Soft and firm, the same lips pressed against the hollow under my ear. 'Come!', it was just a whisper. I opened my eyes. A fleeting kiss brushed my mouth, wiped away the tingling and left a humming. Silence followed; and I followed her. No thought in this world. Only the gentle humming on the lips.
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